Above All Beings in the NBA

Wang Hao deprived Curry of the right to control the ball, and rushed forward after receiving the ball.

"Why are you going, aren't you tired, run slowly and watch the excitement"

Gasol kindly stopped Curry who was about to chase Wang Hao.

"jacket!"

Curry, like the other three, ran without any effort and retreated one step at a time, keeping his eyes on Wang Hao.

"Fuck, shit, shit, what is he going to do?"

Stoudemire ran towards his own half like normal, and accidentally turned around and saw Wang Hao rushing straight towards him.

"Don't, don't!"

Stoudemire roared frantically in his heart.

DUANG!

Stoudemire once again flew out of the bottom line.

"I heard that you participated in the slam dunk contest. How much is my score?"

Wang Hao's voice was a little hoarse, but it added a sense of iron and blood.

"How many points? 2 points."

"Ok?"

"It seems that I haven't realized my mistake yet."

Stoudemire: "You don't get two points for a dunk, do you get 20 points?"

Wang Hao returned to the backcourt angrily.

"Stephen, do you know, this guy actually said that I could get 2 points for the dunk of the blue finger just now, I was so mad at me, I want to teach him a lesson"

Curry: "Isn't a dunk just..."

"Don't say it, don't use power, I have made up my mind to kill"

The distracted Stoudemire received a pass from Nash and hit the basket angrily. Wang Hao grabbed the rebound and focused on Stoudemire who was returning to defense.

Stoudemire: "What is he going to do? A dunk is 2 points."

Like a tank in a charge, Wang Hao roared towards the half court of the sun.

Not surprisingly, the entire Sun Front was destroyed by Wang Hao alone, and the tall and burly Stoudemire was also knocked into the air.

"Say, how many minutes?"

"2 points, that's right, a dunk is 2 points"

"I make you hardest"

If it wasn't on the court, and Wang Hao even had the urge to throw a punch, he wouldn't have given a perfect score. Then Wang Hao would have stepped down. If he kept dunking like this, Wang Hao would be tired too.

Kobe: "Actually, the dunk is really..."

"Stop talking, I won't let him go until he gives me a satisfactory answer"

Kobe: "Hey! This is stupid"

Curry: "Hanhan +1"

Gasol: "Hanhan +2"

Little Jordan: "Then I can only be silly +10086"

"Seeing that this is the gap, the NBA's top insiders can't stop him, you..."

Yao Ming glanced at the 15 young people around him, "If you can achieve this level of dominance in the league at the same level, I will be satisfied."

"Uncle Yao, what strength does Sun Yue have in the NBA?"

Guo Yifen is very smart, he did not aim at Wang Hao, Ah Lian, Yao Ming and other big guys, but looked at the role player Sun Yue.

"Let's put it this way, if you return to the CBA, there is almost no outside line that Sun Yue can't defend, and he averages more than 30 points per game. It shouldn't be a big problem."

"So powerful, Commissar Ma is only..."

"How old is the old horse, how old is Sun Yue, and Sun Yue is born with a physical advantage. The height of more than 2 meters is a bug in the back line."

"Damn it! Is this still a human being? The two people said they would buckle it if they hung it on their body?"

While the few people were talking, Wang Hao made another dunk.

"Say, what score!"

"2...2 points"

Stoudemire was about to cry, "Damn, if you dunk within the three-point line, you don't get two points, so you get three points?"

Yao Ming glanced at the speaking center of a certain country in the future, "Don't make a fuss, James couldn't stop him. At the 08 Olympics, he was alone in the Dream Eight team. The five members still dunked the ball, or overturned him. , don’t be so ambitious, there is probably only one of him in this world, not to mention his level, his body is terribly perverted, and the scary thing is that his skills are as good as terribly good.”

"hiss!"

This group of young people gasped, and also made themselves aware of the gap.

"The difference between Wang Hao and us is that whether we can make shots depends on the touch and defense, while his scoring depends on whether he wants to. If he wants to, he can wipe out the top ten scoring records in the NBA."

As the conversation between several people deepened, the game slowly entered garbage time.

Wang Hao walked off the field angrily and picked up the thermos.

"What's the matter, you're so arrogant, you won't be able to get buckled by a rider, right?"

Yao Ming asked, a group of young people listened with all their ears, there are not many opportunities for big gossips.

"Dayao, you don't know, that guy's mouth is rigid, let me ask you first, didn't I look good with those dunks just now?"

"It's beautiful, but I can't take it out."

Yao Ming also took out the thermos.

"Then tell me, with such a difficult ball, can you get a perfect score in the slam dunk contest?"

"It depends on the judges, but in my opinion, they are all perfect dunks, and I guess others will see them too."